We've gotta get smarter to make it out alive

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Tim's apartment was nothing special, as far as he was concerned, even though most of his visitors often commented on how surprisingly classy the furniture and decor were. (Usually followed by, "Especially compared to how it looks outside." He wasn't sure how to feel, really.) The other comments usually related to how weird it was that the living room was a bit messy, but the kitchen was always, without fail, spotless. No one really seemed to understand that the kitchen wasn't so much spotless as it was downright unused. Cooking? No way, not when places delivered. And speaking of delivery, what the hell was taking the pizza guy so long?

He was about to the point of pacing. He forced himself to sit still in his computer chair, and busied himself by clicking through random forums - his daily hourly usual routine - and when that was done, he contemplated starting a game. Well, if the delivery guy was going to take his precious time, why not?

He sighed, leaning back in the chair and crossing his arms. May it never be said that Tim was a patient individual.